Hey old friend, old chap, old home.
I love when you give me a chill
through the gates of warmth on my skin
through the gates of warmth on my skin
It feels like we have a secret to share
Like you know me too well
That stranger I once knew too well from one glance
Could have been you
Except it took more than a glance to convince me,
to persuade me into the belief that you were more special
than my mind wanted to think.
It does things like that sometimes.
We really can't help it now can we.
You expected something more
and I expected something less.
But I guess that's how life goes on its rounds.
Spinning circles in my head.
My mind is forever shaking with rustling thoughts of you
It never stops.
Only may it slow when the wind slowly blows
through the fresh spring air
welcoming me into its open arms
with a smile so large
it could break you're silly little heart
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